Nonsensical Girl! ;)

Prepare yourselves for a very...interesting post. I [Rachel] have invited Sarah to take part in a strange sort of post. It'll start off like any other story, only we'll alternate writing sentences....almost like a madlib. I'll write a bit and then ask Sarah for a sentence or word, and her's will be given and written down without knowing anything that's already on the page. :) Black words are mine. Blue are Sarah's. Ready? :)

Once upon a time in a land not so very far away in a place not at all metallic for this sort of creature lived a....Echidna. It was uncommon for echidnas to live in The Forest of Never-Never because they were the favorite food of...Cabinets. Every evening the cabinets would tramp about holding their sabers in their earlobes and making terrible noises. The echidnas would hide, being careful to not make a "squish" lest the cabinets hear them.
But one Perforated evening in March, Edmund, the last and onliest echidna in the kingdom decided he had had Opaque. He crawled out of his bungalow, intent on killing all the Cabinets before he returned. He had nothing but the Cellos on his back, and a dangling spear that he had tied to his left fore-leg with a piece of parliament. Thus it was that Edmund sallied diagonally through the Forest of Never-Never to seek his revenge.
Near 5:45 Edmund reached the first of the Cabinets' hotels. There was no one about the place, save a noisy cabinet-sentry who appeared to have been drinking too deeply of the Barley-Juice. Edmund gathered himself and sprang at the sentry, knocking him backward into a puddle of tentacles. It was evident that the sentry was agitated. He would trouble Edmund no longer. Edmund flew through the chimney and alighted on the parlor sheet-music. Ah, so this is what the Cabinets did with all the diamonds they stole from the pantries of his people! Edmund ground his elbows in fury. He would leap every last cabinet on the place or die in the memory. But then, just as he had risen from the ground and taken his brass knuckles in his paw, a faint beep told him that he was discovered. And that, my dear hopes, was the end of this spotted warrior. Many Moons  may Edmund-The-Spotted live on in our chins, and may we fort-nightly remember his blue quest.

The Purse

:D I love keeping people in the dark! Sarah was a prime subject, because I didn't even let her know the barest bones of the plot of this story. :D Oh my goodness! This turned out funnier than I thought it would. ~Rachel

P.s. It's twice as funny reading it aloud. :)